Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ancestral puebloans, beauty, jewelry, poem, poetry, quiet nights on April 28, 2017| Leave a Comment »
In the glass case
is a necklace
with 5,000 stone beads
all drilled and strung
over a thousand years ago
and I think of the man
whose hands did the work—
how he chose not just
to survive, but to make
something beautiful.
I think of your hands,
of the choices
they make,
quiet nights,
all around us,
so much beauty.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Art, Denisovan people, jewelry, poem, poetry on May 11, 2015| 1 Comment »
Thirty thousand years before the Stone Age,
someone made a bracelet of chlorite.
In the sun, the same sun that we know,
the bracelet glittered and reflected the rays.
In the night, just as dark and steep
as our night, the bracelet cast a deep shade
of green. Green, even then, was the color
of growth and new life. And the bracelet,
say the scientists, would have been worn
as protection from evil spirits. Not much has changed,
really, though the Denisovan people are long,
long gone from the caves in Siberia, gone
from the planet forever. But I think of how they,
like the homo sapiens, were moved
to make beauty. How they, too, perhaps stood
outside on a clear spring night
and felt the wind, the bright slap of the stars,
the possibility that art might save us.
http://www.sott.net/article/296220-40000-year-old-bracelet-made-by-extinct-human-species-found